Gabriel knows he’s sick. It’s in his blood but he refuses to accept it as a anything more than a flu a few antibiotics can clear up. Instead, he sweats over his masterpiece, a contemporary reproduction of Swan Lake performed in the Shepherds Hill Recreation Park south of Adelaide. What begins as an artistic distraction swiftly becomes a fever-fuelled obsession. Robert Moore’s metaphysical tour de forceps, God is an Apricot, is a surreal exploration of creative mania. It’s a head-first dive from Gabriel’s fantasy of putting on one last big show and into a mind trip of the glorious and unreal.
